[ This wasn't her city, but she was learning as much about it as she could. Quietly. It was difficult with Ollie gone, but she had managed before he or Felicity had shown up, and she would continue to manage on her own. It wasn't like there was a lack of work to do. As much as she once wanted to go home, that was no longer an option for her. Home was end of her story, her true escape. Sara was not ready for that yet.
She didn't know how it was possible for a city to have more crime than Staring did before Oliver had gone back to it. But somehow she always found something to do, even if it wasn't League Official. That was a whole other department she was still adjusting to and figuring out.
It was late, she had just stopped a mugging, and now found herself on the rooftops, staring down at the city below. There was a quiet up here that she loved, you could almost look out at the world and think nothing was wrong with it. Not from this point out. But there was always something wrong, and the longer she waited around up here, the higher the chances she had of missing something important down there.
Before she could leave, movement caught her eye. A familiar outfit, a familiar figure. But she couldn't be sure just yet. So she followed him, she had to know it was him. Sara didn't want to get her hopes up, but she was also going to be pretty damn pissed off if had been back in town for longer than just a couple of hours and hadn't informed her. It was one thing if they were home, but in this place? He was so getting hit for that.
Maybe he was very much aware he was being tailed, but she kept following, growing more sure it was him with every passing minute. She knew his movements, his style. That was Ollie. So she closed in, and when she was close enough, she jumped. He completely deserved to be landed on. ]